The last headhunter

Chapter 18 Confrontation
I was cold, stiff and unable to move.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.You can only let the fear spread in your heart.

Kurst's leader of the assassins is no longer restraining himself at this moment.He let his frightening aura wave like a sharp wind.As a result, those so-called "strong men" who had been watching this farce with great interest, all stood aside with a pale face like petrification.

No one can move, no one dares to move.This surging murderous aura is like a delicate web that a giant spider has set for its prey. As long as you take a step forward, you will be tightly bound by this web, and then will be torn into pieces by the giant mouth. Torn apart.

A hero who is close to the same level as Samuel, the pinnacle of assassins.An unruly rebel who threatened to take away the inheritance of Reel from the boy. A desperate killer who broke away from the rule of the kingdom.

At this moment, he emerged from the shadows again.Goal: Kill the undead trying to escape.

Their unrivaled perception recognized the breath of the mystic.And this blow—the guy's head must be cut off.

Of course, if the target of the assassination is not a "death knight".

The icy and simple great sword soared out of the scabbard, and the piercing coldness appeared in the air at a strange angle. The cold undead inscriptions.And in an instant, a frost storm erupted in the entire tavern, and the ice cones flying all over the sky pierced the sky, and began to bombard indiscriminately from various irregular angles!And Kurster's attack has come!The bloody dagger cuts everything like black lightning, and the ice cone is unstoppable, but it is no longer invincible when it collides with the death knight's inscribed frost sword——

The big sword shining with blue light is constantly blessing the rune energy, forming a more violent ice cone storm!
"Beware!"

Deman rushed out from the resting place.The snake-shaped staff in his hand danced quickly, and the ice stones that were as strong as a fortress were reinforced into a wall as the spell was chanted, and spread and connected around them with extremely fast momentum.The icicles released by the death knight were completely isolated by these ice walls.

"He is really a death knight! Why did he get in here!"

"Isn't that what they are best at doing? The vicious traitors who are the best at intelligence work among the undead. It is not difficult to kill the guards and train them to become puppets. Now they appear here, and their hearts will be punished."

Mimen frowned tightly.The tragedy that happened in River Forth still hangs in his heart.For the Consul, if the fate of the city is trampled upon, the only outcome that awaits him is destruction.

And the appearance of the death knight must mean a large-scale attack by the undead!
"Oops. We are in a crisis beyond our imagination. Anyway, hide behind the ice wall first! Save your life!"

No one dared to make mistakes and show off their abilities, because they all knew that even if ten dark demons activated the power of the ring to attack the death knight, they would not be able to hurt him at all.His resistant skin is immune to 90% of physical and magical damage - ordinary spells are just useless against him!
For the strong, the struggle of ordinary people is just another cowardly struggle.

"Hide it! Don't come out!"

The boy yelled at the mid-level thieves who had already arranged to join the team in the lounge.This is the crystallization and painstaking effort he recruited today, and it would be futile to lose everything.

"If I'm not mistaken, Kurster is fighting...some strong man?"

A kindly elderly "exile" asked.His expression is quite peaceful.

"Yes, it is him. The shouts and wailings from the collision of weapons are the proof."

The boy closed the door of the lounge.What is going on outside the ice wall is a thrilling death struggle.

Kurster's attack will create afterimages, and afterimages will inherit the ability of the main body to a certain extent.Every time he impacts from the shadows, it will strengthen the sense of existence of such afterimages, and even make those black phantoms the same "real existence" as Kurst.Every swing of Kurster's dagger "will definitely hit the enemy", no matter how the death knight blocks, the breath of the dead contained in his dagger will more or less erode his body.And once it is corroded, the sharp attacks of Kurster "men" will deepen the degree of corrode, and even be completely infected by this completely incurable virus.

Their agility allows them to carry out any difficult moves and assassinations.And the connection of countless afterimages attacked each joint of the death knight separately as if they knew it by heart.The whirlwind of the blade is comparable to the sharp ice cone, and it even shows signs of being able to suppress its power.

On the death knight's side, the boy couldn't see anything.In his most tenacious form, he was like an unstoppable gigantic mountain. Even though the rotten and withered skin had been torn apart countless times by Kurst, he still counterattacked with the inscription frost sword expressionlessly.This is only in the case of wearing civilian clothes - how tough would it be if the armor was on the body?However, the poison smeared on the tip of the knife seemed to be ineffective against him. The multiple attacks inherited by the phantoms were already dazzling, but they were still unable to deal an effective blow to him, even if they were bruised and bruised.
It just doesn't seem to be solid and indestructible.When the number of phantoms has reached a large scale, the death knight can no longer use the frost armor to resist enough damage for himself.When the bloody hands of the Kursks pierced his already cold heart, peeled off his withered stomach, and even took out some disgusting black organs and threw them on the ground indifferently, when the body was really substantially damaged, the death knight The action has begun.

A faint green light began to glow in his empty eyes.And all the ghost energy in the rune sword was transferred into the body at this moment.The blows of the phantoms began to become ineffective - not only that, their seemingly fatal blows were all converted into the life food of the death knight, and those bodies that had been pulled out of the hole began to repair the damage!Those hideous wounds riddled with holes and disembowelled have been almost perfectly repaired in this energy reinforcement!

Kurst quickly realized the problem.But that was too late.The death knight got enough power to replenish, and the big sword slashed away forcefully, cutting several phantoms that had already trained in human form in half.

Could that weird green phantom be some kind of ability that can absorb damage and turn it into its own life?
"No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it. Whether it was before or now, the monsters that appear in the altar of the dead will always be a virtue."

After a brief silence, Kurst finally spoke.He quietly wiped the gray blood-stained personal dagger in his hand, but sighed softly.

"A bunch of scum. Animals who can kill thousands of times. Despicable villains. Your corpses deserve to rot and stink."

"Stupid Kurst. Didn't expect to meet here. What a mistake."

Hoarse voice.It wasn't as crisp and dry as before.The indifferent face and withered skin that are exclusive to the undead make people feel timid and gloomy.What these souls who have degenerated into death knights have experienced, may be something that they dare not even think about.

"There is no need to speak so harshly. The grievances come from the turmoil in the past. But now there is no conflict of interest between us. After being independent from the Kingdom of Luoan, the death lord will naturally not think about you any more. Don't be so hostile .”

"Our account will never end. After 53 years, I have been looking forward to your return. This makes me happy. From what purpose? Coveting the wealth of O'an? Just like you once said to Rivers Do the same? Or do you want to continue to be a hypocritical and cunning double agent to subvert a regime like ours?"

Overthrow the regime?Was there ever some sort of conflict between Kurster and the Death Knight?
A sworn hatred. The shame of the family?Those shadows of the past?Unquenchable anger and old hatred.

Perhaps for such selfish and cruel Kursters, this is the reason why he attacked the death knight.

"Perhaps I don't even know the real purpose. I just want to tell you that the short-lived peace belonging to the Luoan Kingdom is gradually coming to an end, and the end is approaching."

"You will witness with your own eyes the futility of all your efforts. You will witness with your own eyes that those heroes fall."

Just that moment.Just that moment.

The boy's gaze met the death knight's cold, empty eyes.It was as if the heart had been lifted up suddenly by someone, and the dreadful fear became extremely biting in the cold evening wind.

Feel the aura.That belongs to the majesty of the strong.He is sending out contemptuous provocations to the young man with a strong confidence that cannot be destroyed.Of course the young man understood what he meant—just as if Kurst wanted to kill him, the deadly undead army had already planned a fatal blow to him, the screw who was trying to reverse the situation.

he left.In front of everyone.No one can stop him, and no one wants to waste his efforts.

That look, until now, is still lingering.The threat of the undead knight is vivid in my mind, and his thunderous gauntlet is a terrifying experience that a teenager has never experienced.The gluttonous monsters that I saw just after coming out of the village were just appetizers, and how shocking the real undead powerhouse was was enough to make people shudder.

Just as the voice said, there is not much time left for recruitment.

The death knight is planning something.

Kurst quietly glanced at the boy, and disappeared into the void.

And the sunset glow is extraordinarily dazzling under the magic shield.

(End of this chapter)